Chapter 9: Flower Butterflies

"Alas! Vulnerable. ”

The long-haired man sighed, as if he was a little dissatisfied, sat back down on the steps, no longer controlled the petals that danced like sharp blades, and with a flip in his hand, a small flower appeared in his hand again, squinted, put it in front of his nose, and smelled it with great enjoyment.

However, after a while, the long-haired man suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the place where the petals were flying, and his face was surprised.

From the moment when a trace of blood rushed out to the present, there was no movement there, not even wailing, but a trace of light smoke rose on the ground, and if you looked closely, it turned out to be your own petals.

"Huh? Interesting. ”

Seeing the situation clearly, the man's surprised face hung a look of smiling again, and he looked at the center surrounded by countless petals, a blood-red light suddenly burst out, and the petals that had been rotating regularly and rapidly were all disrupted at once, and they drifted around uncontrollably.

The long-haired man reached out and grabbed an uncontrolled petal, and when he saw it, he saw that the petal was stained with a little bright red blood. Sticking out his tongue and gently licking it on the petals, the man instantly trembled like an electric shock and immediately retracted his tongue.

"Shhh The blood of Zhengyang, I see, haha. ”

Ignoring the burning sensation on the tip of his tongue as if the three flavors had been burned, the long-haired man began to whisper to himself, and then laughed wildly. Then, he stood up and kissed the small flower he was holding in his hand, then reached out and squinted one eye and pointed the petal forward.

I saw that the petals falling behind the man suddenly had vitality and gathered into a light arrow shape, as the man's hand holding the flower shook, and the mouth shouted "biu", and the arrows gathered by several petals shot out as if they were off the string, and the target was the center of the messy falling petals in front of them, Wang Sheng and Wu Cun.

"Snort, snort, snort"

Several inexplicable sounds were heard, and the arrow disappeared into the dense petals.

"Ding, Ding, Ding"

Remembering the sound of a few collisions, the long-haired man's smile gradually stiffened, and he saw a bloody fist suddenly stretched out and appeared in front of his eyes.

The man immediately took a step back, and then held the flower to stab at the bloody hand, who knew that the hand was not afraid, directly let go of the hand, and retreated into a claw to hold the stabbing flower. Then squeeze it firmly.

β€œboom”

With a small explosion, the flower shattered instantly, and with it, countless petals fluttering in the air instantly dissipated.

The long-haired man was stunned for a moment, and as the petals disappeared, he finally saw the owner of the bloody hand in front of him, who was reaching forward with one hand and holding the sword with the other hand, looking at him with a slight bow and raising his eyes as if smiling. Behind him, another man was supporting him on his shoulder, and it seemed that neither of them had much strength left, but after the attack just now, except for the palm of the man holding the sword, which seemed to be cut by a sharp weapon, it was unscathed, which was indeed quite surprising.

In fact, just now, when Wang Sheng and Wu Cun were surrounded by the sharp petals, Wu Cun was almost appointed, and there was no place for him to dodge, at the critical moment, Wang Sheng stopped waving the long sword in his hand, but directly in front of him, and then held the blade with his left hand, and with a touch of force, the blood instantly rushed out, and thus, a Zhengyang blood realm was arranged to be safe, however, because the number of petals was too much, Wang Sheng had to continue to keep the blood spurting out to block, until he saw the opportunity to strike hard at the long-haired man, Although it didn't hurt him, the purpose was achieved, and the petals disappeared.

Finally had a chance to breathe a little, Wang Sheng knew that this could only be calmed for a while, so now even if he was already a little dizzy due to excessive blood loss, he still endured it, he wanted to let the other party know that he could have the blood protection of Zhengyang, his attack was useless, and then he would think of countermeasures.

"Hahaha, fun, fun! The blood of Zhengyang is really powerful, I was careless, haha! ”

The long-haired man laughed, just as Wang Sheng thought, he silently took a few steps back, separated from Wang Sheng Wucun by some distance, as if he was a little afraid of the bloody hand that Wang Sheng stretched out.

"Tell me why you're here."

Wang Sheng's expression was serious, and at this time, he must win in momentum.

"Humph! Why? Do you know who I am? ”

However, the long-haired man was not frightened, but looked at Wang Sheng with a playful look and responded, and then slowly opened his right hand, Wu Cun looked over, only to see a pattern on his palm quietly emerging, and several lightning bolts pointed directly to another symbol similar to the previous rock wolf.

Reverse extension, in fact, there is no need for him to show his identity anymore, and there are still those who are fighting, and they must be too.

"Oh? How? Not surprised? Oh, it seems that the rock wolf guy has been exposed, right? ”

The long-haired man originally wanted to explain this mark himself, but when he looked at the expressions of the two people, he obviously knew it. For his companions, he doesn't have much to say, after all, there are enough of his own people here, and the rock wolf is here to play, but unfortunately, he met the two people in front of him, especially this man with a sword, who can force out the dark power of the rock wolf, needless to say, but, thinking of the rock wolf, the long-haired man is a little puzzled, according to the character of that guy, how can he be willing to let go when he encounters such a strong hand? Or are there other masters in that ghost city?

"Interesting, really interesting."

Without waiting for Wang Sheng and Wu Cun's answers, the man affirmed his thoughts, and then flipped his wrist while talking to himself, only to see a small flower appear in his hand again.

"Well, ah, it's true that your Zhengyang blood is powerful, but, hehe, the petals of my flower butterfly happen to be very tight, let me see if it's your blood, or my flower feet, biu."

As he spoke, the flower butterfly stretched out the small flower to its nose and smelled it, and then threw it in front of Wang Sheng.

Wang Sheng's conditioned reflex generally turned his wrist, held the sword he held in his backhand in his forehand, lifted it forward, and instantly smashed the flower.

However, this does not mean that the attack of the flower butterfly is cut off, this is just the beginning, around the three of them, the rain of petals in the sky hit again, this time the range is larger, and the petals are more dense. Wu Cun was already a little sweaty, the power of this petal, he probably had a number, looking at Wang Sheng in front of him, his bleeding arm was already trembling slightly, and it seemed that he couldn't last long.

β€œduang”

Just when he was panicking and didn't know what to do, a loud noise suddenly came from the ghost gate in front of him, and it seemed that something had hit the door.

Hearing the voice, the smile on the long-haired man's face disappeared immediately, and the attack could be stopped, no longer worrying about Wang Sheng and Wu Cun's side, but turned around and knelt down in front of the ghost gate.